When Sendy Mojica’s body began to shut down, she felt her life slipping away. Her kidneys had failed, her lungs struggled to draw breath, and toxins flooded her blood at levels that should have rendered her unconscious. Nurses and doctors told her she was a walking miracle.
One nurse even cried when she looked at her test results and said, “This cannot be right. If it is, you’re a miracle.” Sendy knew exactly who deserved the credit. “God did that,” she said. “He’s the reason I’m alive.”
Born in the Dominican Republic, Sendy moved to the United States at just ten years old. The transition was difficult—she missed her family and friends deeply—but she learned English within a year and a half and threw herself wholeheartedly into her studies. She graduated summa cum laude from college, earned her master’s degree with honors, and built a career in finance that began while she was still in high school.
In Rhode Island, she won scholarships, contributed to a pioneering state project researching housing discrimination, and served as a youth leader in her church. “I’ve always been competitive,” she said. “I always tried to do my best in everything I set my mind to.”
After marrying, Sendy and her husband relocated to Texas, seeking a better lifestyle. She had a great job, but the long hours and stressful pace took a toll. Around that time, her body began to feel off. Despite regular exercise, she wasn’t losing weight, and she felt exhausted and swollen. “It didn’t make sense,” she recalled. “I was drinking water all the time, eating right, but my body was hurting. My back hurt so much I would just lay on the floor.”
When her doctor told her she was dehydrated, Sendy was confused—she was drinking gallons of water each day. But as her symptoms worsened, her life began to unravel. Her marriage ended, she lost her job, and along with it, her health insurance. “I remember praying and hearing God say to me, ‘Be still and know that I am God,’” she said. “That moment changed me. It gave me peace when everything around me was falling apart.”
In 2016, her health took a critical turn. Her new doctor told her her kidneys were rapidly declining but still treated symptoms casually. Frustrated and frightened, Sendy flew to the Dominican Republic to visit relatives and grieve the loss of two beloved uncles. While there, she sought a second opinion. The doctor was blunt: she was dying. “I had gained over 50 pounds of fluid because my kidneys weren’t processing anything,” she said. “I couldn’t breathe. My family didn’t even recognize me.”
She stayed for several months, receiving intense treatment just to become stable enough to fly back to the United States. Upon her return, her U.S. doctor was astonished she was still alive. But soon, her kidneys failed completely, and after extensive testing, doctors discovered she had Lupus—a chronic autoimmune disease that attacks healthy organs and tissues. The disease had destroyed her kidneys.
Doctors began aggressive chemotherapy to control the Lupus, but the treatment nearly killed her. “The first round was horrible,” she said. “I was gagging and throwing up dozens of times a day.” Her body swelled again with fluids, and the toxins affected her brain so severely that she could no longer read. “I told my mom to play the word of God for me,” she said. “I just wanted to hear His voice.”
During her second round of chemo, something extraordinary happened. Sendy arrived for treatment unaware she needed a blood test beforehand. The medication was already prepared, and as she drifted off in her chair, a nurse came back asking, “Where’s the chemo?” The IV bag was empty. The liquid had vanished.
Moments later, a doctor learned she had skipped the blood test and sent her to complete it before continuing. The results showed she was in critical condition. When the doctor finally called her, he told her she was dying and needed to get to the hospital immediately. “They said if I had taken that chemo, I would have died right there,” she said. “God made that chemo disappear. God did that.”
At the hospital, nurses rushed her into surgery to insert wires into her chest and start emergency dialysis. Doctors were astonished she was still conscious. “They told me I had ten times more toxins in my body than anyone could survive,” she recalled. “They couldn’t understand how I was talking. But I knew. I said, ‘Oh my God, You did that, Lord.’”
Over the next several years, Sendy endured more than forty surgeries. Lupus attacked every new dialysis port they tried to insert, destroying them one by one. Surgeons eventually consulted specialists in Europe to create a new type of graft in her neck using re-valved veins. “They offered me plastic surgery to fix the scars,” she said, “but I told them no. Those are my battle scars. They tell my story.”
Through it all, she refused to lose faith. “Every day, I chose life,” she said. “I chose the Lord.”
To qualify for a kidney transplant, she had to lose the massive amount of weight she’d gained from illness and treatments. She underwent gastric bypass surgery, which nearly took her life again when she bled out on the operating table. “I needed several blood transfusions,” she said. “But once again, God brought me through.”
Her cousin in the Dominican Republic—the son of one of the uncles she’d lost—offered to donate a kidney. It took a year of effort, paperwork, and prayers to get his visa approved, but he finally made it to the U.S. to give her the gift of life. “It was another miracle,” she said softly. “God kept opening doors when everything seemed impossible.”
Even amid pain and constant medical crises, Sendy continued serving God. She joined prayer teams at her church and opened her own business, working from home while still undergoing dialysis. “I was literally taking my laptop with me to dialysis,” she laughed. “I would work while hooked up to the machine.”
That business grew into her career today. As a Loan Officer and Financial Educator with Network In Action, Sendy helps individuals and families—especially in the Hispanic community—achieve their dream of homeownership. “My mission is to educate and empower people,” she said. “I want to help families build generational wealth and walk alongside them through the process. I’m living proof that God can restore everything.”
Her recovery brought new challenges. After years in survival mode, she had to learn how to live freely again. “I couldn’t drink more than eight ounces of water a day during dialysis,” she said. “Even now, it’s hard for me to drink a whole cup. I’m retraining myself, body and mind, to live again. It’s been an interesting journey.”
But through every setback, she kept her focus on faith. “I never stopped praying,” she said. “Even when I couldn’t move, I said, ‘God, I choose You. I choose life.’ There were moments when my blood pressure would drop, my calcium would spike, and everything felt chaotic. But I fixed my eyes on Jesus. I felt like the enemy was taking pieces of me, but I kept my eyes on Him and didn’t feel anything else around me.”
Today, Sendy lives each day with gratitude and joy. She travels, works, and serves others again. “How fortunate I am to have Him as my Lord and Savior,” she said. “I’ve never lacked anything. I’m enjoying life. God has been amazing. Every breath I take is a reminder of His mercy.”
